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APPLICATION for RYAN'S GULCH
☞ Player Information;
Name: Mal
Player Journal:mustakrakish
Age: 21
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☞ Character Information;
Character Name:Sasstiella "Cas"
Canon: Supernatural
OU or AU?: AU
Canon point: 5.04 "The End" ; pre-death
Setting: "The End" depicts an alternate universe five years in the actual Supernatural universe's future, wherein Sam Winchester has allowed Lucifer to use him as a vessel, and the world has gone to shit since then. Lucifer has released the Croatoan virus, creating what's essentially the world's equivalent of a stereotypical zombie apocalypse. In layman's terms, humans infected (by blood transferred) turn feral and try to kill and/or infect everyone they come across. Infected zones were quarantined, and as the military killed the infected off, humans had to start withdrawing further and further into the dark corners of the world.
Cas and the few left of their crew live in a small campground, Camp Chitaqua, where they try to keep a closed and knit community of ready hunters. Largely, their goal is to stay alive, but there's also a movement against Lucifer in the hopes of saving the world. Dean, naturally, heads this (and is consequentially leader of the camp). Cas works as one of the foot soldiers therein (but ultimately not a particularly good one).
History:This universe depicts a Castiel who has effectively lost everything, and it's not just his powers and his home, though the two are more than calamitous enough. Cas loses his best friends too, the only family he's known.
Cas tells the present Dean that some time after Sam says the big 'yes' to Lucifer and the Croatoan virus is released, the angels "leave", something he assumes is largely to do with his being mortal now. Without contact with Heaven and its people, Castiel's Grace slowly starts to drain from him. While Cas has to adjust to being human and all the burdens and new responsibilities that come with that, Dean too has to adjust to life without his brother - worse, with his brother as Lucifer. The process embitters the both of them, with Castiel becoming more apathetic, uncaring, as Dean becomes more angry, and violent.
The differences between this Cas and Castiel as an angel largely (and obviously) comes from this change. Cas, after all, has the concept of free will dropped very suddenly into his lap in a world that he shouldn't necessarily be learning it in. At the same time, his powers are depleting from him faster than he can adjust to them. Cas speaks of breaking his foot once upon a time as though it's a grand, impossible situation - "two months" out of commission, he laments - and only serves to show how upending this transformation has been for him.
Presumably, it's somewhere in this time that Cas starts discovering his alternative hobbies.
Whether it became to deal with the broken foot, whether it was in order to recreate that clean and fulfilling feeling of being an angel, a combination therein, or some other reason entirely, Cas starts becoming intrigued with drugs, and then entranced. His penchant for them, a wide variety in only one episode of screen time, can only be described as dependence. Beyond that, Cas is seen calmly preaching to a group of women about "dragonfly eye of group mind"s and seemingly calming and preparing them for an orgy.
This is a Castiel who seems to have taken it upon himself to convince everyone else that he needs nothing more than sex and drugs. "I'm hapless, I'm hopeless, and why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence?" he tells the present Dean, under the facade of pride. "Right? It's the end, baby. And that's what decadence is for." He's not himself convinced of this, as he sarcastically concludes, "That's just how I roll." Cas seems much more resigned to his fate than accepting of it as he wants everyone else to be. He isn't okay because he isn't angelic, he isn't the straight-laced soldier anymore, and he's, on top of everything, really, really unhappy.
Personality: There's something ruinous about learning how to feel through the apocalypse.
Cas has to take a crash course in human emotion over the course of however long, something that's never particularly sunk its teeth in before he started going mortal. Now it's like a slap in the face. All the highs and lows that come with emotion and feeling are all things he learned presumably quickly, given how much more necessary interaction was becoming whilst living with all these people in Chitaqua, without his powers (and consequentially without a quick teleportation exit in conversations whenever he so feels like it).
It's not so bad, at first, traipsing from the world of a self-serious angel with a stick up his ass to the confessed "hippie" that he is now. Of course, he's learning all of these things just as the entirety of humanity is breaking, so that's always a not-so-hidden downside.
In particular, Dean seems to have played a large part in Cas' development. Naturally, when applying what he learns, Cas is taking examples from that which he knows; namely, Dean, his best friend, is going to play the biggest influence. Cas has adopted many of the "old" Dean's mannerisms, particularly the most surface ones; his wise-cracking, his sarcasm. Castiel had been watching humans for years and years as an angel, and knew much of them clinically, but getting to see the actual things up close in the form of the Winchesters and their conglomerates proved an interesting experiment on the angel. Undoubtedly he's taken bits and pieces from the other people he knows, even as an angel - Sam and Bobby, specifically - but then onto Risa, Chuck, and a number of others at Chitaqua (including some kind of yoga, self-help, hippie chic from someone out there for good show, wherever that's from), but from the women to the clothes to the sardonicism, Cas carries a remarkable amount of the old Dean's actions, his shining example of humanity.
Unfortunately, with that same superficial attitude and ego comes something already deep-seeded within Castiel's pride, rearing its ugly head even as an angel, let alone as a mortal. Cas has always viewed his problems as something unwanted, not of worth, certainly not warranting a fuss. This has always been solidified by the Winchesters' (and Bobby's, additionally) same knacks for squelching any such complaints - keep it crammed down because we don't have time to dwell on it. Angels themselves are viewed as cold, clinical, incapable of caring. The more Cas begins to understand of the humans, the more it separates him from his angelic Brothers, drives him further and deeper into humanity itself. The process is one that doesn't come easily to Cas, and he's not exactly learning tips from the most emotionally healthy of specimens.
That's not to say Cas has nothing of his own left (very, very changed as he is). Like the old Castiel, this one carries a lot of the same childlike nature, his naivety and loyalty, if perhaps more jaded now that he's spent so long among the humans and all their ways. Even in the face of a battle against Lucifer himself, Cas doesn't seem to think too much of Dean's laid out plans, sending his friends into what is essentially a kill box (in order to build a distraction against Lucifer), that is until the plan is laid out in plain view, when everyone begins to really question the validity of it. Though it's past his canon point, Cas walks straight into his own death in order to buy Dean time to kill the devil.
Despite all this loyalty and consequential (possibly accidental) martyrdom, Cas has a very self-deprecating, disappointed view of himself with everything he's become. Despite the fact that he is still an angelic being, but he doesn't even view himself as something heavenly anymore; refers to himself as "mortal", "practically human". He has none of the usefulness that he had as an angel, none of the Grace or the power that comes with being an angel, and as such, his opinion of himself is soiled. He's "hapless", "hopeless", and breaking bones leaves him laid up for months rather than being healed instantly, rather than his healing other people instantly.
Cas isn't a particularly phenomenal combatant, he isn't a particularly phenomenal shot. He's average, and painfully so, but he's made himself as indispensable as possible at Chitaqua. He can, at the very least, offer comfort to the people there, relaxation, and if not through good old-fashioned partying and drug use, a good orgy or two ought to help plenty. It's difficult to be a good samaritan in the apocalypse, so he can at least be a bit of a sleazy one, burying himself "in women and decadence", if it makes him mean something. He's fine with being hopeless, but being entirely useless isn't really an option. He still maintains that one bit of dignity, even if it means sacrificing the rest of it. He'll call attention to his own faults in jest if it means other people not beating him to the punch.
Despite all of this diffidence, Cas still manages to present himself with a front of utter nonchalance, insouciance. To everyone at Camp Chitaqua, he is simply Cas, the jovial guy with the wild parties and the drugs and the orgies. Chuck speaks of Cas with a tone as if Cas is moss, as if he's the thing that slowly crept its way into the rest of the camp's infrastructure and nobody wants to be particularly bothered to do anything about it. He's the hippie of the camp, the lover (not a fighter) whose insouciance is potentially the only thing keeping him an important part of the camp and its residents.
Abilities: Cas was once upon a time a full-blown angel, but his Grace has since almost completely drained free from his vessel. There's still some left (it's small, but it's there), as an angel completely without Grace has been proven not to maintain even their memories as an angel. The only powers that seem to remain are sensory in nature, likely relative to reading souls as he could as an angel. He's able to tell the 2009!Dean is different from the 2014!Dean immediately, whereas everyone else at the camp deals with some manner of mistaken identity or another. That's about it, canonically; overall, Castiel is considered a mortal Angelic Being now - essentially, a powerless angel.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? Teleportation mishap. Cas is going to awaken in the comfy grass of Arcadia.
Why are you choosing to continue your character's development here from another RP?
Network sample: [ LINK 1 ] + [ LINK 2 ]
Log sample: Sex was never something that Castiel would have found himself particularly fond of in the past, he knows that colorfully enough. It was only five years but it feels decades ago before he had the nuances down, and started making up for what he was losing with something that would hopefully fill the cracks. It did, mostly. The drugs helped with the rest.
But Vivian Meyer's hands are so tight in his own right now, her palms rough from pressing bullets and her muscles taut and ready, especially underneath the bandage on her arm, dotted with red. Already when he's working his thumbs into her palm, he can see her spirit flutter, start to relax. He likes seeing the transformation. The rough and war-torn into the easily pliable beneath his fingers. He likes seeing the calm bleed back into them.
So, yeah, it's kind of part of the addiction thing, he guesses. But he didn't see much harm in it. Whatever can make you feel good these days, right? "What's the matter?" she asks shakily, teases a little. "Not gonna ask if I'm infected or anything?"
Cas tilts his head back, and smiles vacantly in that kind of way that says she wouldn't be standing if she was. "I figure you've made it past all the checkpoints," he says idly instead, and some of his fingers tuck into her hair before he lifts it to his face, and breathes deep the smell of gunpowder and copper. "I'd say they don't shower but it seems like you could be past due."
Says the guy in a room that smells like patchouli. Still, he guides her into the next room behind another beaded curtain: a kitchen, the shelves of which are bare and stuffed with books instead while the rations are being mandated daily. He leans up quietly against the counter in front of the gaping hole where the sink was before it was melted for scrap, hands going into his pockets as he does, a foot kicked over another as he watches her with a glazed kind of fondness. "But are you? Infected? I'd be disappointed."
"Not last I checked."
"Thank God for that." His smile goes tighter, for some reason he doesn't explain.
But she's laughing because she doesn't know; not really anyone knows, no. Croats are one thing but angels are a whole other, even with Lucifer (especially with Lucifer). What's to stop one angel from joining the rest? There'd always been something weird about Cas, the kind of hush hush that people converse about around the campfire at night, because there's nothing to do in a Croatoan apocalypse but fuck and gossip. "Abandoning your guests so you can get me alone, Cas? Not much of a host are you?"
His shoulder rolls, a passive disregard. "They know how to conduct themselves," he replies passively. Hookah night had never been something strictly run or conducted and he didn't plan on trying now, not when a pretty girl's smiling in his face, when there's percocet rubbing fuzzily behind the whites of his eyes and making everything float that little bit more. It almost feels like flying sometimes, when he shuts his eyes right. "They'll set up the Qalyān and have some fun, take off if I don't come back."
And then, with a shrug, "Shit happens."
Name: Mal
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☞ Character Information;
Character Name:
Canon: Supernatural
OU or AU?: AU
Canon point: 5.04 "The End" ; pre-death
Setting: "The End" depicts an alternate universe five years in the actual Supernatural universe's future, wherein Sam Winchester has allowed Lucifer to use him as a vessel, and the world has gone to shit since then. Lucifer has released the Croatoan virus, creating what's essentially the world's equivalent of a stereotypical zombie apocalypse. In layman's terms, humans infected (by blood transferred) turn feral and try to kill and/or infect everyone they come across. Infected zones were quarantined, and as the military killed the infected off, humans had to start withdrawing further and further into the dark corners of the world.
Cas and the few left of their crew live in a small campground, Camp Chitaqua, where they try to keep a closed and knit community of ready hunters. Largely, their goal is to stay alive, but there's also a movement against Lucifer in the hopes of saving the world. Dean, naturally, heads this (and is consequentially leader of the camp). Cas works as one of the foot soldiers therein (but ultimately not a particularly good one).
History:This universe depicts a Castiel who has effectively lost everything, and it's not just his powers and his home, though the two are more than calamitous enough. Cas loses his best friends too, the only family he's known.
Cas tells the present Dean that some time after Sam says the big 'yes' to Lucifer and the Croatoan virus is released, the angels "leave", something he assumes is largely to do with his being mortal now. Without contact with Heaven and its people, Castiel's Grace slowly starts to drain from him. While Cas has to adjust to being human and all the burdens and new responsibilities that come with that, Dean too has to adjust to life without his brother - worse, with his brother as Lucifer. The process embitters the both of them, with Castiel becoming more apathetic, uncaring, as Dean becomes more angry, and violent.
The differences between this Cas and Castiel as an angel largely (and obviously) comes from this change. Cas, after all, has the concept of free will dropped very suddenly into his lap in a world that he shouldn't necessarily be learning it in. At the same time, his powers are depleting from him faster than he can adjust to them. Cas speaks of breaking his foot once upon a time as though it's a grand, impossible situation - "two months" out of commission, he laments - and only serves to show how upending this transformation has been for him.
Presumably, it's somewhere in this time that Cas starts discovering his alternative hobbies.
Whether it became to deal with the broken foot, whether it was in order to recreate that clean and fulfilling feeling of being an angel, a combination therein, or some other reason entirely, Cas starts becoming intrigued with drugs, and then entranced. His penchant for them, a wide variety in only one episode of screen time, can only be described as dependence. Beyond that, Cas is seen calmly preaching to a group of women about "dragonfly eye of group mind"s and seemingly calming and preparing them for an orgy.
This is a Castiel who seems to have taken it upon himself to convince everyone else that he needs nothing more than sex and drugs. "I'm hapless, I'm hopeless, and why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence?" he tells the present Dean, under the facade of pride. "Right? It's the end, baby. And that's what decadence is for." He's not himself convinced of this, as he sarcastically concludes, "That's just how I roll." Cas seems much more resigned to his fate than accepting of it as he wants everyone else to be. He isn't okay because he isn't angelic, he isn't the straight-laced soldier anymore, and he's, on top of everything, really, really unhappy.
Personality: There's something ruinous about learning how to feel through the apocalypse.
Cas has to take a crash course in human emotion over the course of however long, something that's never particularly sunk its teeth in before he started going mortal. Now it's like a slap in the face. All the highs and lows that come with emotion and feeling are all things he learned presumably quickly, given how much more necessary interaction was becoming whilst living with all these people in Chitaqua, without his powers (and consequentially without a quick teleportation exit in conversations whenever he so feels like it).
It's not so bad, at first, traipsing from the world of a self-serious angel with a stick up his ass to the confessed "hippie" that he is now. Of course, he's learning all of these things just as the entirety of humanity is breaking, so that's always a not-so-hidden downside.
In particular, Dean seems to have played a large part in Cas' development. Naturally, when applying what he learns, Cas is taking examples from that which he knows; namely, Dean, his best friend, is going to play the biggest influence. Cas has adopted many of the "old" Dean's mannerisms, particularly the most surface ones; his wise-cracking, his sarcasm. Castiel had been watching humans for years and years as an angel, and knew much of them clinically, but getting to see the actual things up close in the form of the Winchesters and their conglomerates proved an interesting experiment on the angel. Undoubtedly he's taken bits and pieces from the other people he knows, even as an angel - Sam and Bobby, specifically - but then onto Risa, Chuck, and a number of others at Chitaqua (including some kind of yoga, self-help, hippie chic from someone out there for good show, wherever that's from), but from the women to the clothes to the sardonicism, Cas carries a remarkable amount of the old Dean's actions, his shining example of humanity.
Unfortunately, with that same superficial attitude and ego comes something already deep-seeded within Castiel's pride, rearing its ugly head even as an angel, let alone as a mortal. Cas has always viewed his problems as something unwanted, not of worth, certainly not warranting a fuss. This has always been solidified by the Winchesters' (and Bobby's, additionally) same knacks for squelching any such complaints - keep it crammed down because we don't have time to dwell on it. Angels themselves are viewed as cold, clinical, incapable of caring. The more Cas begins to understand of the humans, the more it separates him from his angelic Brothers, drives him further and deeper into humanity itself. The process is one that doesn't come easily to Cas, and he's not exactly learning tips from the most emotionally healthy of specimens.
That's not to say Cas has nothing of his own left (very, very changed as he is). Like the old Castiel, this one carries a lot of the same childlike nature, his naivety and loyalty, if perhaps more jaded now that he's spent so long among the humans and all their ways. Even in the face of a battle against Lucifer himself, Cas doesn't seem to think too much of Dean's laid out plans, sending his friends into what is essentially a kill box (in order to build a distraction against Lucifer), that is until the plan is laid out in plain view, when everyone begins to really question the validity of it. Though it's past his canon point, Cas walks straight into his own death in order to buy Dean time to kill the devil.
Despite all this loyalty and consequential (possibly accidental) martyrdom, Cas has a very self-deprecating, disappointed view of himself with everything he's become. Despite the fact that he is still an angelic being, but he doesn't even view himself as something heavenly anymore; refers to himself as "mortal", "practically human". He has none of the usefulness that he had as an angel, none of the Grace or the power that comes with being an angel, and as such, his opinion of himself is soiled. He's "hapless", "hopeless", and breaking bones leaves him laid up for months rather than being healed instantly, rather than his healing other people instantly.
Cas isn't a particularly phenomenal combatant, he isn't a particularly phenomenal shot. He's average, and painfully so, but he's made himself as indispensable as possible at Chitaqua. He can, at the very least, offer comfort to the people there, relaxation, and if not through good old-fashioned partying and drug use, a good orgy or two ought to help plenty. It's difficult to be a good samaritan in the apocalypse, so he can at least be a bit of a sleazy one, burying himself "in women and decadence", if it makes him mean something. He's fine with being hopeless, but being entirely useless isn't really an option. He still maintains that one bit of dignity, even if it means sacrificing the rest of it. He'll call attention to his own faults in jest if it means other people not beating him to the punch.
Despite all of this diffidence, Cas still manages to present himself with a front of utter nonchalance, insouciance. To everyone at Camp Chitaqua, he is simply Cas, the jovial guy with the wild parties and the drugs and the orgies. Chuck speaks of Cas with a tone as if Cas is moss, as if he's the thing that slowly crept its way into the rest of the camp's infrastructure and nobody wants to be particularly bothered to do anything about it. He's the hippie of the camp, the lover (not a fighter) whose insouciance is potentially the only thing keeping him an important part of the camp and its residents.
Abilities: Cas was once upon a time a full-blown angel, but his Grace has since almost completely drained free from his vessel. There's still some left (it's small, but it's there), as an angel completely without Grace has been proven not to maintain even their memories as an angel. The only powers that seem to remain are sensory in nature, likely relative to reading souls as he could as an angel. He's able to tell the 2009!Dean is different from the 2014!Dean immediately, whereas everyone else at the camp deals with some manner of mistaken identity or another. That's about it, canonically; overall, Castiel is considered a mortal Angelic Being now - essentially, a powerless angel.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? Teleportation mishap. Cas is going to awaken in the comfy grass of Arcadia.
Network sample: [ LINK 1 ] + [ LINK 2 ]
Log sample: Sex was never something that Castiel would have found himself particularly fond of in the past, he knows that colorfully enough. It was only five years but it feels decades ago before he had the nuances down, and started making up for what he was losing with something that would hopefully fill the cracks. It did, mostly. The drugs helped with the rest.
But Vivian Meyer's hands are so tight in his own right now, her palms rough from pressing bullets and her muscles taut and ready, especially underneath the bandage on her arm, dotted with red. Already when he's working his thumbs into her palm, he can see her spirit flutter, start to relax. He likes seeing the transformation. The rough and war-torn into the easily pliable beneath his fingers. He likes seeing the calm bleed back into them.
So, yeah, it's kind of part of the addiction thing, he guesses. But he didn't see much harm in it. Whatever can make you feel good these days, right? "What's the matter?" she asks shakily, teases a little. "Not gonna ask if I'm infected or anything?"
Cas tilts his head back, and smiles vacantly in that kind of way that says she wouldn't be standing if she was. "I figure you've made it past all the checkpoints," he says idly instead, and some of his fingers tuck into her hair before he lifts it to his face, and breathes deep the smell of gunpowder and copper. "I'd say they don't shower but it seems like you could be past due."
Says the guy in a room that smells like patchouli. Still, he guides her into the next room behind another beaded curtain: a kitchen, the shelves of which are bare and stuffed with books instead while the rations are being mandated daily. He leans up quietly against the counter in front of the gaping hole where the sink was before it was melted for scrap, hands going into his pockets as he does, a foot kicked over another as he watches her with a glazed kind of fondness. "But are you? Infected? I'd be disappointed."
"Not last I checked."
"Thank God for that." His smile goes tighter, for some reason he doesn't explain.
But she's laughing because she doesn't know; not really anyone knows, no. Croats are one thing but angels are a whole other, even with Lucifer (especially with Lucifer). What's to stop one angel from joining the rest? There'd always been something weird about Cas, the kind of hush hush that people converse about around the campfire at night, because there's nothing to do in a Croatoan apocalypse but fuck and gossip. "Abandoning your guests so you can get me alone, Cas? Not much of a host are you?"
His shoulder rolls, a passive disregard. "They know how to conduct themselves," he replies passively. Hookah night had never been something strictly run or conducted and he didn't plan on trying now, not when a pretty girl's smiling in his face, when there's percocet rubbing fuzzily behind the whites of his eyes and making everything float that little bit more. It almost feels like flying sometimes, when he shuts his eyes right. "They'll set up the Qalyān and have some fun, take off if I don't come back."
And then, with a shrug, "Shit happens."